|
My first mistake,Barb was in
believing that a white-hat guy like me could make such a mistake.
Her name was Allie and she had the
first chest decorations in her social circle. She was well aware of what this
meant to boys, and agreed to treat us all to a personal inspection. She
was always complaining about not getting enough allowance so I guess it was too
much for her. She promised the briefest inspection since Eisenhower went to the
Normandy Beachhead. But she did promise us a look, for a price
The problem was how she
could educate
the young boys and everyone avoid
being
trundled off to juvenile court. It
was
decided it would happen behind the
stairway
to the second floor. Lookouts were
posted.
At recess, about six boys from the
inner
circle, gathered behind the stairway. Allie
came down the hallway,and disappeared into the girls restroom.She came out
perfectly arranged and haughty as a 90-year-old hotel desk clerk.
"Just a minute," she said, and
headed back to the restroom.
"Ah! Geez," said Tommy
McClain. "She's not gonna do it!"
We all groaned like
gorillas sitting on spikes.
Allie reappeared and punched
Tito Centauri in the belly, and asked "Where's the money? He gave it to
her. Allie with a premature swing of her adolescent hips, said
"Come on."
We gathered behind the steps
and something told me that all was not as it appeared too be. We were
hidden behind the stairs, but Allie stood on the outside of the circle, in full
view of anyone who might pass.
She put her hand on the bottom
of her sweater and even Tito, whose experience with girls was monumental, let
out a sigh that must have reached Hong Kong.
She raised her sweater a
little higher, and I noticed a certain disarrangement of
her former self. It must be the pull
of the sweater, I told myself.
In a flash, quicker than a
Democrat amendment to a tax cut, she raised the sweater up to her
chin.
And the nicest, most
expensive, most daring set of falsies hit the floor. She picked them up
and ran down the hallway with the money.
Now, I still think of this as a
mistake on my part. Why?
Because I didn't look. I
only peeped.
Tito's friend,
Hermit in the Woods, asking
himself,
Where is Allie now that she doesn't need
them anymore?
We raised a jackpot, I think
it was about $2.7l cents ... big money for kids with no visible means of
support.
|